Chad's imprint on the Speedo pouch became a screaming mask, as Josh stepped inside him.
He mouthed, "No! NO! NO!"
Josh grinned as the tight suit stretched and snapped into place. He grinned at the reflection of Chad's swollen chipmunk cheeks filled with Josh's junk. He had expected to replace Chad's smirking countenance with his crotch bulge, but instead it just filled Chad's mouth. His lips moved to say "Nah or nuh"? Then the resistance in his expression relaxed. Chad looked confused. Josh's grin broadened, Chad was smiling contentedly. "Every moment the happiest" seem to be working.
"Okay, Chad, now that you you know your place, how grateful are you to me for making you happy? You want to make me ha- OOOOOH, YEAH!" gasped Josh. Chad was swift on the uptake, and had begun moving his pouch to "swallow" Josh's cock. Josh headed toward the sauna with his boner at full mast, but his Speedo had sort of become like a sock or condom hugging his cock and balls and ass all at once. Chad needed maximum skin to skin contact, even if that meant stretching even more. Josh lay down on the bench in the sauna.
SPLOOGE! SPLOOGE! DRIP! Drip, drip, drip. Chad kept milking. Josh yawned, and felt his sweat covered skin drying in the sauna. Chad was relentless. Josh smiled, and let Chad do all the work.
It was half an hour later, maybe three quarters, Josh had lost track of time, but he had blown three or maybe four loads. He headed for the showers. He washed up, cooled off, and headed back to the mirror. He couldn't show up with Chad's face embedded on his Speedo pouch, could he? He turned around and looked at the back of the Speedo in the mirror. It did need some tailoring too.